The uprising of dad and daughter to uncover their hidden talent. Guaranteed to soon awe the Muppets and rival the 3 Stooges....almost

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Where is Norm Abram when we need him?

Yes, where is that Norm and is he Flemish? For that matter, are we even Flemish? For all my life my dad and I have been dreaming about our Belgian heritage. We make a big deal out of Belgian waffles, Belgian chocolate and get really excited when we see anything about Belgium in the news. All of this changed 2 years ago when my cousin journeyed over to France and stopped in Belgium to find our city of ancestry.

She reported that we are in fact Flemish and not Belgian. Now to be truthful we do not understand fully what this could mean. I mean they are the same country now sort of.....right? So for us sitting ignorant in the United States we dream of Flanders and everything Flemish without truly even knowing what we are dreaming about! Our name Verbeke is of Flemish origin and so now my dad and I have changed to looking for everything Flemish, say for instance the GIANT Flemish rabbit I just saw at the zoo and had to report back to dad about. Things like this and also talking a lot about The Battle of the Golden Spurs and that silly Catherine the II and also if we are Duke, Countess or long lost King and Princess of Flanders.

Now back to Norm. Another piece of the puzzle with dad and I and the Flanders Mercantile is this: We have always enjoyed working on projects together. I think woodworking is by far our favorite and we have watched many an episode of the New Yankee Workshop when I was younger. http://www.newyankee.com/index.php

After Dad recently having double knee replacements we have decided that maybe he and I could start really tinkering around with our love of creating and making things with our hands. And what better name for our not yet anything shop except the .......(drumroll please) ........... Flanders Mercantile!

1 comment:

Praise God the Farther of Heaven and Earth for Daughters. My daughter sometimes wonders if I'm sad for not having a son. I think I can speak for many other men in this world who have only a daughter or daughters. We would not change the past for anything. And it is the greatest thing to see you child grow into a wonderful person. I will never forget her helping me change the starter on my car,or help me build picnic tables to give to friends.It is our destiny to have fun together the rest of our lives. And so it begins,two long lost Flanders bursting into the world of business,not to make millions,but to make memories.Here we go Little One, lets injoy the journey. Gondor shall not fall!!